I’d love to set you on fire
and put your ears spinning
if there was one damn thing I can believe in
on this godless night
black as soot
not a star
not one sad comrade within 40 miles
If this truly is the end
and the end the beginning
I blow onto the cinders that forged
us
senselessly burn
I
boy
I alone
this death night
spark for us a final flame
one last blindfolded savagery
I pull your hand into mine
tell you a story
to keep you here
enthralled
keep us burning
Donna Dallas studied creative writing and philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to write under William Packard, founder of the New York Quarterly. She has appeared in a plethora of journals, most recently Horror Sleaze Trash, The Opiate, Beatnik Cowboy and Cajun Mutt Press. Donna serves on the editorial team of Red Fez and New York Quarterly. Twitter: @DonnaDallas15